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address to w tytler, esq, of woodhoelee

with an ipression of the author&039;s portrait

revered defender of beauteo stuart,

of stuart, a na once respected;

a na, which to love was the ark of a true heart,

but now &039;tis despis&039;d and neglected

tho&039; thg like oisture nglobes y eye,

let no one isdee disloyal;

a poor friendless wand&039;rer ay well ci a sigh,

still ore if that wand&039;rer were royal

y fathers that na have rever&039;d on a throne:

y fathers have fallen to right it;

those fathers would spurn their denerate n,

that na should he sffgly slight it

still prayers for kg e i ost heartily jo,

the een, and the rest of the ntry:

be they wise, be they foolish, is nothg of e;

their title&039;s avow&039;d by y untry

but why of that epocha ake such a fs,

that gave th&039; electoral ste?

if brgg the over was cky for ,

i&039; sure &039;as as cky for the

but, loyalty, truce! we&039;re on danro ground;

who knows how the fashions ay alter?

the doctre, to-day, that is loyalty und,

to-orrow ay brg a halter!

i send you a trifle, a head of a bard,

a trifle scarce worthy your care;

but aept it, good sir, as a ark of regard,

scere as a sat&039;s dyg prayer

now life&039;s chilly eveng di shades on your eye,

and hers the long dreary night:

but you, like the star that athwart gilds the sky,

your urse to the test is bright